Hamilton Chason Aquila

His Royal Majesty High King Hamilton Chason Aquila
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C, Stalker, 2nd GEN
Good match for Lune
Friendly boy
Formerly Lune's mate, was temporarily on a break, will be her mate again
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Unknown Date
Hamilton was hungry. Very, very hungry. Lune's celebrations often stretched long into the night, not that he was complaining. He loved Lune. He would do anything for her. But pack tradition dictated that the alpha would hold the celebration of their crowning. So the parties commenced, and invites to the Rose Table were sought after by all. Entertaining a group of nobles was not how Hamilton wanted to spend the night.
But one look from Lune melted his heart, and melted his brain, and so he'd agreed, because he'd do anything for her.
She leaned into him, a sure sign she needed support. She'd been dealing with Vancouver for hours, which didn't usually go well. He slipped around her so that he was in between Vancouver and Lune. He might complain, but he knew her life was much harder. he gave her an encouraging lick on the cheek as he was glared at by Couver.
He didn't particularly care. Lune was his girl, and no one was messing with her.
The Rose Table was indeed swarmed with other wolves trying to earn Lune's attention. He needed to do more.
He lightly tapped her shoulder, and guided her away, ignoring the soft protests by the other wolves. Taking her to the far end of the meadow, he pulled her down and rested his head between her hears. he could feel her body decompressing into his.
"Thank you Hamster." She mumbled into his fur.